Jabberjay

by Wonderstruck Pen

During the Dark Days, the Capitol made many muttations. Among them were Jabberjays. Ever wonder how those were found out? Meet Lyn, rebel soldier and throwing knife demon.

Hey, Pen here! This is my first Hunger Games fanfic and I'm pretty excited! Let me know what you think. This fic takes place during the Dark Days.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay.

Lyn carefully positioned herself against a tree trunk and drew one of her hunting knives. She aimed carefully and drew her hand back. That wild turkey was about to become dinner.

"Hey, Lyn!"

Or at least it was. The turkey stumbled out of sight at the sound of Lyn's considerably less stealthy partner. "Don! That turkey could've fed at least four rebel families!"

"Don! That turkey could've fed at least four rebel families!"

I was about to slap the guy for chasing away my turkey and then having the nerve to mimic me. Don strolled into the clearing.

"Don't mimic me!" I snapped.

He looked thoroughly confused. "What?"

"What?"

We both looked up. In the branches above us sat a white bird.

"What?" it repeated. Suddenly, I remembered of the rebels telling me that it was frustrating how the Capitol always seemed to know our plans. Like there was a spy telling them everything we said.

"Don, I think we've found something slightly better than a turkey."

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